It seems appropriate to post these today following the mid-term elections and Trump’s disgusting performance at that now-infamous press conference. I understand better now, I feel. He thinks that his bullying tactics, that he presumably developed on the Apprentice show which I never watched out of principle – neither the US nor the UK versions – will appeal to his followers. They regard it as a sign of strength. I regard it as a sign of weakness. No wonder the western world is divided!
Two poems dedicated to Donald Trump….one written when he was a candidate, and one post election. which will not apppeal to his ardent followers.
It is such a screaming paradox that the US democratic system gave us Barak Obama, the first black head of state of the G7 and a man who the vast majority of Europeans respected, followed by the first genuine white lunatic who makes Democrats nostalgic for George W. Bush and who seems to revel in generating disrespect amongst moderates!
The Carefree Candidate
Enthralled, they wait on his every word
Their candidate can do or say no wrong
Even those statements, abject or absurd
Are carefully chosen to please the throng
Designed to give the dispossessed some pleasure
Through an over-simplistic vision
Promising insiders a life of more leisure
As outsiders are treated, by him, with derision
He needs no national majority
To gain his party’s nomination
He must just convince a tiny minority
Seduced by the promise of domination
In his demagogic populism
The knowledge that he represents the few
Is combined with a certain cynicism
As he reserves the right to change any view
He need not pay for publicity
For his outrage generates its own
The media engage in this duplicity
As the seeds of democracy’s destruction are sown
Vulgarity finds its place
In the candidate’s mouth and mind
Directed against all opposition
Minorities and even mankind
His ill-gotten gains have led him here
The ultimate proof that cash is king
To a place where true believers cheer
And even the unconverted sing
They want to participate in his selection
To carry guns and build a big fence
Whether or not he can gain election
A moment of elation is their recompense
They are glad their man speaks his mind
Though frequently insincere
Whatever impractical scheme he may find
Is treated as an amazing idea
He need not justify his claims
Nor give precisions to his plan
Accusing power brokers of playing games
This spurious spokesman of the middle-class man
He bullies his detractors, even the courageous
And, when he considers the race almost won
Most of what was seen as outrageous
From his list of proposals will now be gone
He answers his critics by grinning
The opposition is not just second rate
Their incompetence the reason he is winning
He is the carefree candidate
Trumpism
Trump, trump, trump, trump!
The noise of the boys at the election stump
Middle income, middle aged males
Convinced of a class conspiracy
That ensures, for them, that the system fails
While others profit from a flawed democracy
Lock her up, lock her up! The call for conviction
Her critics cry for her crucifixion
It matters not what was her intent
Or, even, whether she has chosen to repent
They say she is part of what made them poor
The solution lies behind a steel-closed door
Deport, deport all that foreign filth!
Flocking to the fatherland to thieve their wealth
Stealing their jobs; changing their way of life
Lowering wages, and causing strife
Build a wall, make them pay, build a wall!
When the weaklings suffer, the strong stand tall
Born into millions, but a man of the people!
Let his praises be sung from tower and steeple
Let his lust for glory and power never stop
Whether or not he tricked his way to the top
With his tiny hands and outrageous hair
It’s the election of Trump that’s a cause for despair